Wide awake,
I
Stare at
The
Faceless numbers
As
I wait in
The
Pool of shadows
I
Claim as my bed,
Waiting
For him to arrive,
Waiting
For him to find me,
Waiting
For him to take what he wants,
Waiting
For his love.
Waiting…
Just waiting.
He
Calls it love,
But
I know what it really is.

 
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